Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse. 1912.
Edgar Allan Poe 18091849
Edgar Allan Poe91 To Helen
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Like those Nicæan barks of yore,
That gently, o’er a perfumed sea,
The weary, wayworn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs, have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome. How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land!